It is Good Friday... Why is this particular Friday called “Good” when Christ suffered so much and had to endure a torturous death that really could never be put into words? ​ What is so good about our precious Saviour hanging on a rugged cross, mocked, ridiculed, pierced, suffocating from lack of air as He no longer had the strength to push himself up for another breath? What could be so good about a crown of thorns pushed deep within His skull that would have caused immense